Bink takes a step forward, fillin’ in the gap between her and Prez. “Big.”
More of his firm headshaking ensues. “Woman. No. Fuckin’ no. Alright?”
Puttin’ my nose in where it don’t belong, I heave a sigh,spare a glance over to my old lady, and throw myself off the fuckin’ cliff. “Make it small,” I advise. “Give her what she wants, Big. Let her have the party. Drink tea and eat crumpets or whatever crazy shit they have in mind.”
Spinning on her boot heel, Baby Girl beams at me. Listen, I’m not on her side, I’m on the side of this-might-be-dumb-as-fuck-but-what-can-it-hurt? Them fighting over a party doesn’t help anyone. Bink moping around, mad at Big. Him pissed off and takin’ his shitty attitude out on everyone. Nope. I’ve been there and got the t-shirts.
Kit’s hand slides over mine on her leg and squeezes in approval. I fuckin’ soar at the simple touch.
“Gunz,” Big warns, glaring at me as if I just ruined his day. Better me than Bink. I can handle the heat. She’s tryin’ to do somethin’ nice for their kid.
“What?” I challenge him, brow archin’. “You tellin’ me you don’t want your old lady happy? Kit made a solid point. If she wanted to throw our kid six birthdays a year, I wouldn’t give a goddamn. That’s six times I get to hang with my kid, makin’ memories.”
“Motherfuckin’ goddammit.” Big throws his hands in the air and drops his pissed-off glower down to his old lady, who’s smiling so fuckin’ huge. “Fine.” He huffs in his usual dramatics. “Fuckin’ fine. But keep it small. Don’t go insane like you do for Christmas.”
Dancing on the balls of her feet, Bink launches herself at Big. He catches her and lifts her off the ground, legs wrapping around his waist as she smashes her lips to his. Yep, I assisted with that. Gave Bink what she wanted, and Big’s gonna be treated well here real soon. On cue, Big carries his woman fromthe common room, their lips sealed, his hands groping all over her jean-clad ass.
Beside me, Kit chuckles at their antics and rests her head on my shoulder. “You’re amazing.”
No. I’m not. “Big’s stubborn,” I clarify. “Sometimes he’s gotta see reason when his stubbornness gets in the way.”
Knowing what Big and Bink are about to do, the sisters disband from their lineup. Many of them head to the kitchen to cook while Loretta, in quite the flashy get-up, drops onto the couch beside Kit.
“I gotta head to work soon. I’m glad that ended as quickly as it did. You did good, Gunz,” she says.
I shrug. “You know how he is.”
“Yeah. I guess we’re planning anAlice in Wonderlandbirthday party for next week,” Loretta explains.
“I guess so,” comes from Kit.
“It’s a good thing he said yes, or all the decorators and our secret planning would’ve gone to waste.” Loretta mashes her lips together, trying hard not to laugh.
Out of the corner of my eye, I catch Kit’s wide-eyed guilt as if she’s worried I’ll be mad I’m just now hearing of their diabolical sisterly plans to host a party for our grandbaby. It takes a fuckuva lot to piss me off. This doesn’t even ping the radar.
I jostle her with my shoulder. “Love?”
She peers up at me, all innocent and sweet and shit. “Hmm?”
“How can I help?”
“You want to help?” she squeaks in surprise.
“I asked, didn’t I?”
“Will you wear the Mad Hatter's hat?”
“Will that makeyouhappy?” If it does, consider it done. I don’t care if she wants to dress me up as the Queen of Hearts. I’d rock the hell outta that evil bitch’s garb for her and my grandbaby. I’d make the best fuckin’ Queen. All royal and shit.Off with their heads.Yep. I could do that.
“Um. Sure?” Kit stares at my face as if trying to read between some imaginary line.
To squash that overthinking bullshit, I boop her on the tip of her nose. “Do I need to take you home and eat your pussy to make you damn sure?”
Face burning bright red as I talk dirty in front of her friend, Kit squirms against me.
“Or we can do it in my office?” I offer ’cause that’s a fair compromise.
Kit’s mouth opens, and the sexiest little gasp bursts free.
